Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Luxembourg and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Sister Nancy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by June of 44. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Derrick May record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Motorama,
The Happenings,
Sound Behaviour,
Dawn Penn,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Cramps,
Alison Limerick,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Index,
The Vogues,
Dave Gahan,
CMW,
H. Thieme,
Quando Quango,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Selecter,
June Days,
The Fugs,
DJ Sneak,
Brothers Johnson,
The Knickerbockers,
Scientists,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Monks,
Barrington Levy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Blancmange,
Tomorrow,
Amon Düül,
Animal Collective,
Mo-Dettes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Stiv Bators,
James White and The Blacks,
The Fuzztones,
Neu!,
Pylon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Fire Engines,
Peter and Kerry,
Sun Ra,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Los Fastidios,
Maleditus Sound,
Neil Young,
a-ha,
Reagan Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Stooges,
Rakim,
Swell Maps,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Velvet Underground,
8 Eyed Spy,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Symarip,
E-Dancer,
Pantytec,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.